181My asorrow is beyond healing;My bheart is faint within me!19Behold, thesound! The cry of the daughter of my people from a adistantland:“Is Yahweh not in Zion? Is her King not within her?”“Why have they bprovoked Me to anger with their gravenimages, with foreign1,cidols?”20“Harvestispast, summer is ended,And we are not saved.”21For the abrokenness of the daughter of my people I am broken;I bmourn, desolation has takenhold of me.22Istherenoabalm in Gilead?Istherenophysicianthere?bWhythen has not the 1health of the daughter of my peoplegoneup?91,aOh that my head were watersAnd my eyes a fountain of tears,That I might weepday and nightFor the slain of the bdaughter of my people!21,aOh that I had in the desertA travelers’lodgingplace,That I might leave my peopleAnd go from them!For all of them are badulterers,A solemnassembly of ctreacherous men.